After Marrying A Dying Bigshot 소설 & 이야기

She knew exactly what these people were thinking. “She must be so happy right now since they have no children. All his money are going to her.” Some whispered. “I heard he died from respiratory failure. Do you think she has something to do with it? I don’t know. If I married a man like that I would pray he die soon so I could get control of his asset.” Another one said. “She is still in her thirties isn’t she? The age gap between them is insane. She must have married him for his money.” More whispers were heard.

She immediately ate it while watching the web series she had downloaded on her phone yesterday. The journey from Los Angeles to Hawaii takes at least five hours. It was long enough to make Beverley sleepy. After finishing her snack, she fell asleep. Brent glanced sideways. Then Jace suddenly asked, "Does she deserve this?" "Do I have a better choice?" Brent asked back. "The company's shares have declined. That made the commissioners unwilling to accept the rumors David was spreading, and they asked me to cut corners. Unfortunately, Natalie still doesn't want to get married right now. I was forced to marry this woman."

"So, we're still going Dutch after we get married?" "I don't think that's a bad thing." Graham shrugged. "It's the mode of marriage for most people nowadays. But since I have a higher income than you do, I'll contribute more to our daily expenses." Her head was a mess at that moment. "Trust me," Graham said as he walked over and patted her shoulder, "Our life will be great after we get married. We'll have fewer problems when we have everything in place." She was stunned for a moment, then lifted her face and asked, "Can I ask you something, Graham?"

The driver turned on the car's ignition and drove us out of the venue. I wanted to run away from the place that had me throwing my dignity into the air and choosing to marry a man who broke me and had me leaving the city out of fear. He turned me into a person who could not find sweetness in love and broke me beyond measure and repair. And here I was, my heart secretly thumping and jumping for joy at the fact that I was married to him. My lips should not be twitching to smile. Instead, it is supposed to spoil in a cry. How do I tell my parents that I had gotten married out to my ex-boyfriend?

To settle my family's debt, I was forced to marry the comatose heir of a mafia family. On our wedding night, as I washed his body, a low, lazy chuckle echoed in my ear. "Enjoying the view?" I glanced up, meeting the gaze of my comatose husband's ghost. "He'll do." While everyone was pitying my fate as a young widow, I was striking a deal with my new husband's ghost. "Sign it. Now."

Marriage was scary — that was what she had wanted to say, and not sacred. She had seen what it did to her mother. Her mother who married her high school sweetheart, the man she practically grew up with. Imagine what would happen if she chose fo marry Drew who was as good as a stranger. They had covered a few distance before he started talking and when he did, his voice was so low, she had to walk closer to him to hear him clearly. "My parents died three years ago in a car accident. They left me everything, including their shares in the company. Except they put a caveat on me inheriting the shares. I have to marry. That day when I first stumbled at the cafe you work at, if…your ears are as lo

“He was never seen with any other woman. For the longest time, we thought he’d never marry. Grandma started getting worried she’d die without seeing him walk down the aisle.” She turned to me now, eyes misty. “So when he announced he was getting married… we were all shocked. I was overjoyed. I thought, ‘Finally. Rue has found someone who made him want love again.’ And that person was you, He was even getting married to you “ I swallowed hard. This was too much. Too much to take in all at once. Rue faked our marriage to get his family off his back, but what happens after the divorce? Does he go back to being cold? Distant?

Hunter snapped. "If that old hag didn't make such a ridiculous rule to be married to be a part of the Elite board, I'd never force you. Or else... how would you be able to take over the Elite board's throne?" My eyes widened as I breathed heavy. What were they even talking about? "Since our purpose has been attained this fake matrimony can be called off. No need for anyone to put up with the act anymore, right, son?" "Yes, dad... If you're done I have work to do."

“And remember, my money doesn’t grow on trees! Stop causing trouble for Vivian. She did everything right. You, on the other hand, haven’t learned a thing!” I collapsed to the floor, utterly shattered. In the end, I never got the rest of the money. My adoptive father missed the best window for treatment and died in the hospital. Pain washed over me like a tidal wave, stabbing my chest like countless tiny knives. This marriage was a poisoned chalice, sweet on the surface, deadly inside. I had to end it!

Mark's gaze locked onto her flat stomach, his eyes burning with fury as he lunged forward. "Where's the baby?! Where's our baby?!" he roared. In response, the mafia boss's men dragged him aside and beat him mercilessly. Sofia looked down at his pathetic state, covering her nose with a silk handkerchief as if he reeked. "When you promised to marry me, I actually thought I'd found myself a meal ticket," she sneered. "Turns out you were nothing but a worthless leech living off a woman. You couldn't even keep me."